Alwen Cris
As soon as my servants finished their cleaning in the room, the maid that I assigned to look out for her came in with a tray of food and my blood wine. Marge settles them over the small breakfast table by the window that leads to the small balcony. When my three servants left the room leaving me and Marge alone in the room, I went to the breakfast table and let her pour some blood wine over my glass.
"Are you alright?" I neutrally asked as she pours some blood wine over my glass.
"Fully healed, Milady." Marge answered with a genuine smile over her lips.
"Good. Treat her well." I only said what I could tell that caught her attention.
"Alright, but can I know why we have to do that, Milady?" she wondered and there was still respect in the way she asked me.
"She's my beloved." I flatly answered.
"Oh, does she know?" she wondered which I am too.
